My favourite genre of media is when the fictional, sentient ai sings a little song to me at the end that emotionally damages me in some way.

hc that Tahira has dyscalculia bc i might have it

one of the things that's stuck with me the longest from mister magic (kiersten white) is the rose-tinted glasses of childhood. remembering it as being so lovely, so idyllic, and only souring when you got older and started leaving. the characters remember their time on the tv show fondly. and that's how i remember being young and mormon, and that's especially how i hear the people one generation older than me talking about it. it was fun. there were dances and roadshows and events and all these things. and then it decayed. but it was nice while it lasted, wasn't it? there were good things there. it was at least redeemable. or did it just have its claws deeper back then?